Different Day

(Four3va)

Niggas be goin' to jail, gettin' out the same weekend, like what the fucky?
By myself I still score buckets
I shoot first, shoot back or somethin'
I can't go on a date for nothin', lil ho might get me whacked or somethin'
Fully automatic piece on the back of the Glock, it feel like it's asthma comin'
Yeah, you niggas can't last for nothin'
I'll spend a ten and make a thirty redundant
Yeah, I'm feelin' like Swerve, who run it?
Yeah, I'm feelin' like Swerve, who run this shit?
I can't step in, I carry my gun in it
He a rookie, the packs, he fumblin'
Catch him out of bounds, my niggas stompin' him
Boy, I told you, my niggas insane

Wake up, get fly, walk out the door totin' a Glock 20, ain't shit changed
Heard an opp got hit with a flame, on my first mission, I feel in love with my aim
These niggas be goin' out sweet, I'm in throwback pictures, I been gang bangin'
On licks since like thirteen, ain't workin' a job, gotta get that paper
And niggas don't wanna get no money, they just wanna start rappin' and get famous
It's the new world, this shit dangerous
Watch Darrel get out P Angels
When I'm dumpin', I'm twistin' my fingers, I'm tryna let you know that I'm really gang bangin'
Got some blood and I started feindin', now me and foenem spin now or later
Should I fuck her now or later?
It don't matter, I'm 'bout to break her
Could the opps take a shower maybe?
Why them fuck niggas always stankin'?
Heard they found his ass wrapped in a blanket
With no button, the 10 milli' shakin'
Fuck the CPD, treat 'em like racists
Hit the Spider-Man lights, we skate 'em
Bro got defense like Raiders
You a snitch and I saw it on paper
I don't do wires, I'm on paper
So I count shit up on the wake up
I don't like my bitch with makeup
Leavin' four-nickel shells in his tank-top
Asked what they do, we do face shots
We stay fuckin' 'em up, got the jakes hot
Watch the lane switch, I get crazy
Oral sex, wanna have my baby?
She was fantasizin' maybe
Top speed on the two-door, one eighty
I got hella money, shit like rabies
But I can't pass out none of this paper
I can't get all done with you, I smoke weed, might fuck up my tastebuds

Niggas be goin' to jail, gettin' out the same weekend, like what the fucky?
By myself I still score buckets
I shoot first, shoot back or somethin'
I can't go on a date for nothin', lil ho might get me whacked or somethin'
Fully automatic piece on the back of the Glock, it feel like it's asthma comin'
Yeah, you niggas can't last for nothin'
I'll spend a ten and make a thirty redundant
Yeah, I'm feelin' like Swerve, who run it?
Yeah, I'm feelin' like Swerve, who run this shit?
I can't step in, I carry my gun in it
He a rookie, the packs, he fumblin'
Catch him out of bounds, my niggas stompin' him
Boy, I told you, my niggas insane